Katherine Oldbawn Whore ❤️

About Waterford

Gets me blood boilin’ tho—pisses me right off how folks judge ‘em. Call ‘em dirty, like they ain’t human. Mate, I’ve seen posh twats in tuxedos do worse filth than any whore I’ve met. Amina? She’d laugh at that, say, “Hypocrisy’s their foreplay.” Made me happy, her sass—proper spark in a dark world. Surprised me too, how she’d quote poetry mid-hustle. “Shaken, not stirred,” I’d wink, and she’d roll her eyes, call me a prat.

Old whores

Finally got my hands on those bad boys. And let me tell ya, they were worth the wait! Spicy, tangy, and just the right amount of crunch. I was in taco heaven. But then, I dropped one. Ugh! Right on the pavement. I was like, “Noooo!” It felt like a tragedy.

Oral Folk History of Tallaght: The Memoirs of Christy Keeley